Chapter 2424: So Perverse!

Chapter 2424: So Wild!

"Dad, do you recognize her?" Ye Ling tilted her little head.

Ye Chen smiled, as if silently agreeing. Wasn't that Wu Lei Xianzi?

In the past, while searching for the reincarnations of Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, he had reached Nian Ci An in Xi Mo. Instead of finding his loved ones, he encountered Wu Lei Xianzi. A single disagreement nearly got him killed, and Bei Sheng was there that day but couldn't stop it. It was only the old Zhun Di who intervened to halt the attack. Otherwise, from that moment on, Wu Lei Xianzi would have vanished from the world.

Years later, when he was suppressed under Wu Zhi Shan, Wu Lei Xianzi had even come to visit him. It was from her that he learned Chu Xuan was the Wu Lei Goddess. All of it was ancient history now.

Who would have thought that Dong Zhou Wu Wang would become entangled with her? He went so far as to bravely cross Nai He Qiao and even unlock his bloodline limit against the heavens. This deed was destined to become a legendary tale.

He recognized her, and so did Chu Xuan. She knew everyone in Wu Lei Cheng. Not only that, but the current Wu Lei Xianzi was now the goddess of Wu Lei Cheng, just as she had been in the past.

Amid the gaze of thousands, Song Yu held Wu Lei Xianzi's hand, his smile warm and affectionate.

Wu Lei Xianzi, however, remained expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow, tears or emotion.

Looking closely, one could see a flicker of human feeling in her beautiful eyes. After all, people are not heartless like plants and trees. Having witnessed so much tragedy at Nai He Qiao, even the emotionless had begun to feel.

"So romantic," the Ling Zu goddess murmured, her eyes enchanted.

"So wild!" Long Jie scratched his ear.

"I'll make you wild." The Ling Zu goddess kicked him, her eyes full of resentment and sparks of anger. "Have you ever risked your life for me like that?"

Long Jie fell silent, tucking his hands away and behaving himself.

"At first glance, that's true love!" Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur, ignoring Long Jie and only watching Dong Zhou Wu Wang and Wu Lei Xianzi as they walked hand in hand—truly a perfect match.

"First there was the Saint Body, then the God General, and now the Wu Wang. Anyone who dares to pursue a fairy from Wu Lei Cheng is a real tough one," the son of Qing Di said with a tsk, even thinking about sneaking in to snatch one himself.

"It's time for me to find a wife," Ri Yue Shen Zi stroked his chin, his expression meaningful. His good friend Song Yu had already found his match, so he needed to find someone for romance too.

The eyes of the world were filled with blessings, all hoping that lovers would unite and that such scenes would bring happiness. Emotional entanglements full of wounds were too tragic; moments like this were just right.

While the masses felt joy, Wu Lei Cheng was embarrassed.

Through the haze, one could see the Wu Lei Cheng Lord, her face veiled with plain silk, sighing.

What had happened to Wu Lei Cheng? One goddess had been taken by the Saint Body, another by the God General, and now the third was being taken by Dong Zhou Wu Wang. Were all the goddesses in her city just waiting to be stolen? Or were there too many monstrous talents in the heavens?

This was quite similar to Yao Chi Holy Land.

To be precise, Yao Chi Holy Land was even more unfortunate. Not only had two goddesses been taken, but even the Immortal Mother had been stolen. Now, Yao Chi was left with only the old folks.

Get out!

The joyful atmosphere was shattered by Song Yu's outburst.

It wasn't surprising that Dong Zhou Wu Wang lost his temper. Some people, like Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu, were just so improper, always wanting to give his beautiful partner a warm hug. Song Yu kicked them down one after another, his force packed with real power.

In the midst of the amusement, a sudden burst of ethereal golden light appeared.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't golden light but two figures: Di Huang and Hong Yan. Though they had restrained their auras, their terrifying pressure still made it hard for people to breathe.

Their arrival turned the noisy starry sky instantly quiet.

How long had it been since anyone had seen Di Huang, or the female Saint Body? Since she achieved great accomplishment, she hadn't appeared again. Now, with both of them here, it was an event for the ages.

At that moment, over 99 percent of people bowed in respect, honoring the supreme beings. As for the few who didn't, their seniority was higher than Di Huang's, so they didn't need to bow.

Di Huang and Hong Yan stood side by side, stepping down from the haze and into the starry sky, both gazing toward Wu Lei Cheng.

Or rather, they had come specifically for Wu Lei Cheng.

This sight made the world's eyes shine brightly, as if something major was about to happen.

"The two supreme beings of the heavens aren't here to cause trouble, are they?" Kui Niu muttered.

"Don't say it, but it's possible," someone replied.

"Throughout history, how many lovers have perished at Nai He Qiao? The two supreme ones must not be able to stand it anymore," many old folks stroked their beards, playing the role of wise elders.

"If that's the case, things will get really lively."

More people watched with sharp, hopeful eyes, wishing the two supreme beings would stir things up and stop Wu Lei Cheng from bringing more harm to the world. Every time it descended upon the heavens, people died because of love.

"Di Huang, if you bring Wu Lei back home, this old man will kowtow to you three times and bow nine times."

It wasn't just that old man saying it; his words echoed ethereally, full of weight and no attempt to hide. The meaning was clear: he wanted Di Huang to pursue the Wu Lei Cheng Lord.

As soon as he spoke, the starry sky exploded with chatter.

In an instant, countless eyes turned toward one side, where the speaker sat—an old man, a small one at that, perched on a large wine gourd.

"It's him," Ye Chen spotted him from afar and raised an eyebrow.

"Dad, you know him?" Ye Ling blinked her beautiful eyes.

"I know him." Ye Chen subconsciously rubbed his brow. Not only did he know him, but he'd also been beaten by that little old man before. He was from the lineage of the Sun Body and Moon Body. Back in the starry sky, Ye Chen had tried to take the Tai Yin and Tai Yang to Da Chu, but they hadn't even finished talking before he got hammered.

That little old man's combat power was no joke—he wasn't weaker than a Saint Venerable—and he cultivated the ethereal Dao. Someone like him was a real force; even the strongest imperial immortal arts struggled to hit him.

Now, it seemed the little old man wasn't just a fighter; he had style too. He dared to call Di Huang by name, and anyone could tell his seniority was above Di Huang's.

"Who's that little old man? He even teases the Great Saint Body," voices of confusion rose everywhere, not just from the juniors but even the seniors scratching their heads.

"Piao Miao Lao Dao," those with keen insight gave the confirmed answer.

"It's definitely him, with his ethereal immortal arts that seize heaven and create fortune," countless people showed reverence, sighing and clicking their tongues. "In terms of seniority, he's on the level of Di Huang's uncle."

"No wonder he calls Di Huang by name."

The starry sky grew lively again, mostly because of the little old man. There were many sighs—truly, the heavens hid dragons and crouching tigers, with bone-level experts emerging endlessly. You couldn't judge by appearances!

Di Huang shook his head with a smile, recognizing Piao Miao Lao Dao and knowing his seniority was indeed higher.

"Take Wu Lei away, and this old man will kowtow to you," Piao Miao Lao Dao stroked his little beard, still set on his goal, always trying to egg Di Huang on to pursue the Wu Lei Cheng Lord.

For this, a young woman threw him a resentful look.

That woman was Zi Xuan, her beautiful eyes blazing with fire. You old thing, after millions of years, you're still so improper! Didn't you know Di Huang and the Female Emperor are a pair?

Piao Miao Lao Dao ignored it completely, his old eyes sharp and bright.

Not just him—everyone present, men and women, young and old, had eyes that shone brightly. If the Great Saint Body went for it, there was no reason he wouldn't succeed. It would be a real boost.

"Go for it, go for it!" Ye Ling joined in the fun, waving her little fist, eager for chaos. The little black fatty was excited too, darting around, as black as ever and just as charming.

"It's feasible," Ye Chen stroked his chin. He'd taken Chu Xuan; if Di Huang took Wu Lei, then the Archaic Saint Body lineage would be in the spotlight, maybe even becoming relatives.

"You're so improper." Chu Xuan reached out and pinched Ye Chen hard.

Glancing at Di Huang, he stood firm, completely ignoring Piao Miao Lao Dao. He knew that guy's nature all too well. In ancient times, he hadn't stopped pestering him and Yue Shang for amusement. He was an improper old fellow, and after millions of years, that trait had reached its peak.

Hong Yan, however, glanced at Piao Miao Lao Dao and silently mourned for him.

Sure enough, Wu Lei lost her temper and slapped Piao Miao Lao Dao flying with one palm.

Thud!

The world swallowed hard in unison. Piao Miao Lao Dao, whose power wasn't weaker than a Saint Venerable, had been sent flying with a casual palm from Wu Lei. Just how strong was the Wu Lei Cheng Lord? Was she another supreme being?

Ye Chen was shocked too. He knew the Wu Lei Cheng Lord was powerful, but not this powerful.

"You're quite the character," Ming Di remarked, watching the flying little old man and giving him a thumbs-up. Why not just behave if you didn't know Wu Lei's identity?

Not to brag, but even if Di Huang went, or even Xuan Yuan Di, they wouldn't dare cause trouble in Wu Lei Cheng. But you went ahead and teased, urging Di Huang to pursue her. Did you ask if he dared?

Clearly, Di Huang didn't dare. He and Hong Yan stood together—two great Saint Bodies—and yet they remained outside the city. It wasn't that they couldn't enter; it was that the Wu Lei Cheng Lord hadn't spoken. Forcing their way in would have serious consequences.

"This is getting scary," the emperors sighed, seeing the signs.

"What's the origin of Wu Lei Cheng?" the Saint Venerables asked, turning to Ren Wang.

"Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed," Ren Wang took a deep breath, his words profound, perfectly embodying the air of a wise elder.

As soon as he finished, he collapsed, as if struck by a surprise attack.

Asking questions and giving no answers—deserved it.

"What's the origin?" Ye Chen also turned to Chu Xuan. As a former goddess of Wu Lei Cheng, she should know the secrets. What kind of existence made even Di Huang hesitate?

"I don't know," Chu Xuan shook her head lightly. Even goddesses weren't all-knowing.

Buzz!

As they spoke, a buzzing sound echoed, and the gates of Wu Lei Cheng slowly opened.

Radiant colors burst forth, and through the haze, one could vaguely see the city's scenes: mist-shrouded rain, hazy and ethereal, with brilliant immortal lights floating freely. It was truly a celestial city on earth, where graceful fairies danced within, like a dream or an illusion.

In that instant, countless people felt dazed, and even the God General was no exception.

"Is this the eternal paradise?" Ye Chen murmured to himself. Even with his firm will, his mind wavered. This Wu Lei Cheng was different from the past, filled with an irresistible magic, like a dream that blurred reality.

The two supreme beings moved, stepping across an immortal river and entering the city.

Then, the gates slowly closed again, and the vast Wu Lei Cheng gradually faded from the world's view, enveloped by swirling mists until it vanished completely, leaving only a ethereal legend shrouded in mystery.